As Chris walked up to the coach's office he kept thinking it was odd that he was singled out among the class to "help" weight train. He wasn't the biggest or the strongest kid in his class but apparently coach Crawford saw potential in this senior. Chris was not very tall in fact he was only 5'7" with buzzed dirty blond hair. He had a large chest and shoulders and a matching gut. A combination of muscle and fat that showed he was big but didn't care that much about being in peak physical form. He had large calves and thighs which made him a good rugby player and had a solid core which commonly gave him the nickname "hoss".
Chris knocked on the door a few times hoping that the coach would possibly be in the showers. Chris had always wanted to see coach naked because of his muscular body and obvious package that he displayed in class. He was not tall either, actually about 5'5" but had a solid build with gray buzzed hair and a nice bubble butt for a 47 year old single man. Unfortunately the door was soon opened by the hot muscle dad of a coach. He smiled and asked Chris to come in. Neither were in workout clothes so they proceeded to head to the locker room. To Chris's disappointment the coach went back into his office to change while he found his own locker and realized he didn't have any clean workout clothes hanging. There was an already used tank top on the bottom of the locker with a sweaty jock and running shorts. He had not brought multiple sets of clothing to work out in since he had only found out three periods ago that he was going to stay after and not wanting to miss his chance alone with the coach agreed to the workout without realizing the lack of clean clothing. So he decided sweaty workout clothes were better than jeans and a t shirt and though the jock and shirt were still fairly moist the shorts were almost completely dry.
After locking his locker back up he went out into the weight room to find coach Crawford in shorts and a hoodie. They both started stretching when the coach took a deep breath catching a wave of Chris's already used gym clothes.
"I notice your shirt is still pretty soaked from 5th period Chris, I can go grab a shirt from my office if you'd like?"
As Chris was flattered by the gesture he smiled quietly and replied,
"Well I tend to sweat quite a bit so I don't think that another shirt will help for very long. And since you made us do an extra 75 pushups I don't think it's necessary to get another shirt all sweaty."
Though coach Crawford had been used to orders being taken much less offers being refused he thought it was cute that Chris refused an offer of his. So he sternly replied,
"Since you don't want to get another shirt sweaty then I suggest you remove the already used one you are wearing now. There are no girls here so there is no reason to be embarrassed."
As Chris got up from stretching he glad fully obeyed the suggestion thankful for his jockstrap because he had started to sport a little wood at the words of his coach telling him what to do. As Chris draped the shirt over a few unused weight racks coach Crawford started placing a few small weights for warming up on the bench press. Chris looked confused since the coach had already taken the class through a pretty extensive chest routine today. But he lay down on the bench with the coach standing over him ready to spot if needed. After a few reps the coach was sweating a bit from doing very little and realized he had left the heat on in the weights room.
"Sorry Chris take a quick break I need to go and turn the air down a little I left the heat on."
To which Chris replied, "Oh I don't mind sweating a little extra . . . isn't it good for the muscles to work out in a warmer temperature anyways?" He question.
"If you don't mind I will leave it on. Think I might just take off my hoodie for the time being."
Chris's heart raced as he watched the man he had fantasized about for the past 4 years take off his sweatshirt revealing a furry muscle chest and lickable muscle gut.
"I figured if you were going to work out without shirt I might as well too."
As the work out progressed they chit chatted about the upcoming prom dance revealing to coach Crawford that Chris did not have a date that he would not be going at all.
"I don't know" Chris said in between reps. "I just never was that interested in any particular girl."
Before the coach could reply he noticed that Chris was starting to give way to his bench press and moved forward a little bit and placed his hands on the bar.
"Keep on pushing . . . that's it. Keep coming you got it."
The bar was back in the starting position resting in place.
"I think I might need to take a break for a minute coach. My chest is killing me." Chris said with a frustrated look on his face.
"No. You don't need a break I think you can handle one more set. Just count them out with your breathing and as you start to lose power I will spot you."
"One" . . . no problems.
"Two" . . . the coach notice a little unsteadiness and places his hands to spot.
"Three" . . . he noticed that he needed to move up to get a better spot.
"Four" as the coach moved up a little more he was right above Chris's face a bit of sweat dropped onto his chest.
"Five" Chris looked up and noticed that the coach was not wearing a jockstrap and could see the edge of his large sack.
"Six" as Chris slowly pushed he started to give way a little more than before felling the fire in his pecs.
"Seven" the coach was lifting almost %30 of the weight and readjusted himself accordingly.
"Eight" The coach's crotch was now directly above Chris's face and the bar was placed at the starting position.
"Awwww fuck that hurts coach." Chris cried out after the last bench press.
"But it's a good pain," he replied. But after the weights no longer being spotted by the coach he didn't move back to his original position.
"Remember how I said I wasn't interested in any particular girl coach . . . the truth is I'm not interested in any girls." Chris said nervously and out of breath. As the last few words exited from Chris's mouth the coach started to pull down his shorts exposing his tangerine size balls and soft cock. The package the coach Crawford had been keeping in hiding was not so much of a big dick as it was a humungous pair of balls. Coach Crawford proceeded by leaning forward and Chris arched his head back to place the coaches nuts in his mouth. As the coach moaned in delight he inserted his thumbs as Chris's waistband pulling down the running shorts exposing a rock hard 8x6 inch curved to the right dick trapped in a jock. He pulled aside the jock and leaned forward to swallow the half cut curved dick. As he slurped on the swollen cock head the coach started to pull on Chris's egg sized nuts. As Chris groaned in pleasure the coach realized he wanted more. He started to pull harder and harder as Chris pulled the coach's nuts out of his mouth to painfully express his pleasure.
"Fuck coach pull harder . . . aaaaaaahhhhhhhh, your gonna make me cum."
Immediately the coach stopped.
"We can't have that now we just got started and I want to use the boy hole of yours." As the coach walked around the bench while removing the shorts he was so used to working out in. The coach proceeded to pull off Chris's shorts and jockstrap lifting the jock to his nose and getting a good whiff before shoving it in Chris's mouth.
"This is to muffle the moaning son." He said with a playful grin on his face. He walked to his office and grabbed some elbow grease from the back of a cupboard that was hidden behind a bunch of books. The coach lifted Chris's legs in the air and rested Chris's feet on his shoulders. With the jar of opened elbow grease in one hand and lubed fingers in the other. He slowly inserted one finger up to the knuckle into Chris's virgin ass hole as Chris moaned loudly.
"Thought you were going to be loud," the coach said playfully "Push out and it will make it easier to handle." As the coach inserted a second finger, running them around Chris's ass hole. He started to push and pull his fingers faster and faster warming up Chris's ass hole as he writhed in pleasure the coach inserted a third finger.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFPPPPFFFFFFFF!!!!" Chris yelled into his sweaty jockstrap.
"Don't worry it will only get better," Replied the coach. As he started to lube his ever growing cock. Chris had not been imagining things as he saw the coach's dick increase in length to about 6" but it kept getting wider and wider making a beer can look skinny. The head of the monstrous cock looked like it had reached the size of a light bulb.
"Remember to push out son . . ., " as Coach Crawford pulled out his fingers he penetrated the tight asshole in the same breath. As Chris let out another muffled scream the door to the coaches office opened and closed. Neither one was paying attention as coach Hughes walked in on Crawford pumping Chris's ass repeatedly as he moaned in pleasure. Coach Hughes was not at all surprised by the scene and slowly started to remove his shirt as Chris looked over in shock and lust. The other coach he had been fantasizing about as he jacked off was stripping before him. The 35 year old assistant football coach who had a nice chest, little belly, and horse cock that drove all the cheer leaders and football players wild continued to strip down to a white polyester jockstrap.
"Afternoon coach Hughes," Crawford said in between thrusts.
"Good to see you coach," coach Hughes replied. Finishing his thought, "looks like Chris here needs a new taste in his mouth," as he pulled the jock out and stepped over his face resting his asshole adjacent to Chris's ever ready mouth. As Chris started to tongue fuck coach Hughes coach Hughes started to twist and turn Chris's nipples. As Chris moaned into coach Hughes asshole Crawford started to pull further and further up on Chris's nuts as he opened up his ass hole more with each thrust. At this point Chris was comfortable with Crawford's dick up his ass and was starting to squeeze down on it almost as if his ass hole was milking coach Crawford's cock. As Hughes saw the look in Crawford's eyes that meant he was ready to cum he stood up from Chris's face and walked around.
"Time for me to pound this hot hoss ass," Hughes exclaimed as Crawford pulled out of Chris's now gaping hole. Crawford then proceeded to put Chris's legs into the hands of Hughes and straddled the young man's chest pointing a cock that was ready to explode. As coach Hughes slowly began to insert his 10 by 10 inch cock Crawford shoved the fingers he had used to warm up Chris's ass hole into his mouth.
"Suck on these pig," Crawford said in a low tone as he began slowly jerking his sensitive cock. Hughes was already in full rhythm fucking Chris's ass while his low hanging nuts slammed against Chris's cheeks. Hughes began to pull Chris's nuts with one hand and jack Chris's dick in the other.
"I'm gonna cum," Chris gargled through the taste of his own ass hole. As Chris's body started to convulse with pure pleasure coach Crawford reach his long awaited climax as well. The two came simultaneously coach Hughes caught most of the cum escaping from Chris's cock while Crawford's dick spewed cum all over Chris's face, throat, and chest. With his hands covered in cum Crawford began twisting Chris's nipples as Chris continued to pulsate. When Chris had finished cumming coach Hughes rub the cum he had caught all over Chris's nut and worked on the tip of Chris's dick head making Chris shake with pleasure. Then Hughes started pumping his horse cock even deeper in Chris's newly opened up hole.
"AWWWWWWWWWWWW shit coa-," Chris yelled as Crawford stopped the yell with cum covered fingers. "Quit yelping boy," He said as he slapped Chris's sore nipple to make his chest red. He pulled up Chris's head and forced his semi hard cum covered dick down Chris's throat.
"Clean this off before you start yelling again." Crawford said as Hughes neared his climax. As Hughes continued pounding Chris's ass hole he was hitting Chris's prostate which actually started to make Chris hard again. So Crawford go the idea to move backwards and position himself on top of Chris's curved dick as coach Hughes came. As coach Hughes came he moaned so loud they thought the janitor in the main building would hear. But when he was done he pulled out his dick and coach Crawford had the freedom to ride Chris's dick properly. Crawford sat all the was down on it and started to grind his ass hole on Chris's already sensitive dick. Coach Hughes then made his way back to Chris's mouth and inserted his cum covered dick.
"How does your own ass hole taste?" Hughes asked as Crawford replied "He is probably used to it now that my fingers have been in his mouth." He chuckled. For a second time Chris started to quiver and orgasm as Crawford violently grinded his ass hole on Chris. After Chris stopped convulsing Crawford got up.
"Get up," Hughes said as he and Crawford lifted Chris to his feet. They moved him to a shower, but did not turn on the water. Covered in cum Chris was in a daze not really caring what happened to him at the moment.
"On your knees," Crawford said as they gently pushed Chris to his knees. The two coaches started to release a golden flow from their cocks almost at the same time. As the piss washed over Chris he thought it was his imagination but his dick was getting hard again.
"See I told you he would love our piss," Hughes snickered, "open up." As Hughes grabbed the back of Chris's head to force feed him piss. Chris gulped down every drop. As the two coaches finished their golden showers Crawford began to speak.
"Now we know you want more of this and if you want more you will arrive here tomorrow morning and you will still be wearing the used gym clothes that you had on earlier. You will not take a shower and you will not jack off tonight. Is that understood?" Chris nodded obediently. "Good." Coach said as he smiled. "I have a few more people for your ass hole to meat and they wouldn't want you any other way."